My mom died, and I fell asleep the night I was keeping vigil.
When I woke up, I found that her portrait was gone.
My instincts told me that it might all have something to do with the mysterious woman, Jiang Qiulan, who appeared at the funeral.
And so my war began.
"From the moment I was born, Mom was simply Mom. Even as she lay in her coffin, that warm halo still sheltered me. Then this diary appeared, the seal was broken, and Mom's magic stopped working. She became a small, fragile girl just like me. Her soft flesh and pink heart were laid bare before my eyes, so fragile that even a fallen leaf could pierce her."
A lighthearted short story about growing up, family, and self-discovery.
Theme: Love and peace
